@WriteOutofTime
(The vote has ended, @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime has not voted, the poll is closed, Ace is still dead)
(WHAT NO ACEEEEE)
(The vote has ended, @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime has not voted, the poll is closed, Ace is still dead)
(WHAT NO ACEEEEE)
(NOOOO!)
Leah watched from the crowd, seeing Daso and Cicada getting dragged onto stage. She tied her hair back, her hand resting steadily on the pistol behind her coat.
(Blame it on @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime
Cicada really wanted to pull her daggers, out, but she couldn't because they were chained to her.
The priest addressed the crowd, his eyes narrowed. His voice trembled. "My son has returned, but not as my son. Instead, as a murderer." He lowered his head. "By spoken confession to my daughter, Dara, he has been sentenced to death by hanging."
(Is the trial in the town square?)
(Blame it on @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime
(They were writing! Give them a break!)
(Blame it on @writelikeyourerunningoutoftime
(I WAS GETTING READY FOR BED I MISSED THE VOTE MEANIE)
( THIS IS NOT FAIR )
(Goodbye Ace, hello heartbroken Kameo)
(NERD my gosh, you're going to make Jo Jo cry.)
Leah slipped her pistol out, ready to fire it. No one was going to touch Daso.
(Is the trial in the town square?)
(Will somebody please tell me?)
(Is the trial in the town square?)
(Will somebody please tell me?)
(Yes)
"Father, please," Daso begged in a low voice. He felt he almost deserved it, but he didn't want to die. Not by his father and sister's hand.
His fathers eyes glinted with tears. "No, Daso. Your sentence is final."
(Thank you.)
Joanna heard commotion coming from the square. As she craned her head to see what the commotion was, she gasped. Daso was up there. And it looked like Leah was too.
(Is it alright if she finds Leah in the crowd?)
( yeah that's fine. She's like the only red head )
She pushed her through the crowd, and stumbled into someone (Leah), too caught up in what was happening on the platform.
( Wow, Leah's magical. Only 2% of the world's population has red hair and/or green eyes )
(And yet it is the most stereotypical type of red head)
"God, Joanna." Leah muttered, as she helped her friend up. "They're going to kill him. . ."
( Yep )
Heβs being tried by his father? Cicada thought.
"I see." Joanna breathed."What are we going to do?"
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